"All great changes are preceded by chaos."
I am trying. Last week I tweeted, "repeat after me, I am not the evil step mom, I am NOT the evil step mom. #grittingteeth." Why does it seem that my sense of humor & positive equilibrium have flown out the window recently? Why can't I be gracious & accepting of being cast aside like yesterday's dirty dishes? Huh? Why? Even after, being a summer hausfrau, I wash and fold the step-daughters' laundry, am I outside, looking in at all of the fun & games that I'm not allowed to be part of. Yes, I am to be welcoming, loving, gracious, supportive, generous, & thoughtful to excess for thee divine step children--even my own kid doesn't get that kind of over-the-top ass-kissing! And I read all this advice stuff out in the ether and lo & behold that is what is EXPECTED of me! And yet, I am treated like an afterthought at best. And I am to accept this (with grace of course)! OMG!!
So, I saw the quote above in several places last week--another blogger, twitter, in a magazine, & someone actually said it to me, therefore I am led to believe that this must be my new mantra. And my life has certainly been chaotic & full of change--but where is the "great change?" Mebbe it was the new lipstick I picked up at Sephora this week. Pink instead of wine-colored...
Also, in these well-meaning stepmom advice columns I read the following, "be good to yourself, treat yourself, blah, blah, blah." All I wanna do is drink several glasses of wine, grab a buzz, hang out with my BFF(J), & try to forget about being a step mom for once. And I can't escape either. When I owned my little house by myself & was upset with the situation, I could run back home & curl up in my soothing blue bedroom & be alone with my thoughts (or scream out my frustrations). Having moved in with Xing Fu, & apparently having troubled the step kids by my yelling once, yes once, I am unable to escape. Oh, & I'm certainly not allowed to raise my voice--I must keep an inside voice lest I disturb the sensitivities of the step kids. At least that is what the advice columns also say. Notice the angst in my tone? I miss my little house....I think this is just residual to having been alone & making my own decisions about my house without having to consult anyone since my ex vacated the premises in 2004. But either way, I feel the growing pains most acutely when I am made to feel like an outsider in my own (new) home. Bottom line...would I trade this for where I was before? Hmmmm....I wouldn't trade the man I am with now--certainly this blog reflects my deep feelings for him. And well, he comes with baggage--a lot. As do I--he is a step parent too. We have gone into this with our eyes wide open & are working hard to move our family forward. But once, just once, I'd love things to flow my way for a change. New tweet: "trying to find my zen place #zenmaster."